if my life is going to be a traffic hell

Anticipating a long wait at the DMV, and having forgotten my copy of “American Psycho” at the house, I bought some books today. ~american psycho might be a little dark for me right now anyway. shudder~

I really can’t be blamed for buying the books because I never seem to get out of the Quarter and when I do, I get lost. Like, for hours. But never all at once. If I am ever lost for a solid hour somebody will hear about it. Starting with my husband. ~not that it’s his fault. i’m such a bitch~

I bought “Frenchmen, Desire, Good Children” on the recommendation of some twitter buds, “Why New Orleans Matters,” because I’ve wanted it forever, and a book about films in the French Quarter. Because I had, in the margarita-soaked days of summer, purchased a domain name on that very topic, and wanted to see what it had to say.

But I haven’t seen the inside of a Barnes and Noble since Little Rock. ~gustav~ And this morning there it was! On Manhattan. If my life is going to be a traffic hell, I ought to get at least get a whiff of the bookstore out of it, right?